4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real bleffings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he fends,
If fent without his love.
PSALM CXXVIII. Common Metre.
HAPPY man, whofe foul is fill'd
With zeal and rev'rend awe!
His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.
2 A careful Providence fhall ftand,
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly bleffings fhed.
3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board,
Each like a plant of honour fhine,
And learn to fear the Lord.
The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil
For months and years to come;
The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill
Shall fend thee bleflings home.
This is the man whofe happy eyes
Shall fee his house increafe,
Shall fee the finking church arife,
Then leave the world in peace.
PSALM CXXIX.
P from my youth, may Ifrael fay,
Have I been nurs'd in tears;
My griefs were conftant as the day,
And tedious as the years.
2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the fons of ftrife;
Oft they affail'd my riper age,
But not deftroy'd my life.
3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh,
With furrows long and deep,
Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh,
Nor let my forrows fleep.
4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And, with impartial eye,
Measur'd the mifchiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.
5 How was their infolence furpris'd
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion feiz'd
With horror to the foul!
6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints
Be blafted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.
7 [What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;
Their growth fhall perish in defpair,
And lie defpis'd in death.]
8 [So corn, that on the house-top ftands, No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the fheaves.
9 It fprings and withers on the place:
No traveller beftows
A word of bleffing on the grafs,
Nor minds it as he goes.]
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PSALM CXXX. Common Metre.
UT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of defpair,
I fent my cries to feek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
2 Great God! fhould thy feverer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could ftand.
But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son hath bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.
[I wait for thy falvation, Lord,
With ftrong defires I wait;
My foul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]
5 [Juft as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the firft beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes:
6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
Then in the Lord let Ifrael trust,
Let Ifrael feek his face;
The Lord is good as well as juft,
And plenteous is his grace.
8 There's full redemption at his throne
For finners long enflav'd;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Ifrael fhall be fav'd.
PSALM CXXX. Long Metre.
Pardoning grace.
1 ROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries!
If thou feverely mark our faults,
No flesh can ftand before thine eyes.
2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace,
Free to difpenfe thy pardons there,
That finners may approach thy face,
And hope and love as well as fear.
3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wifh for breaking day,
So waits my foul before thy gate;
When will my God his face difplay?
4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor fhall I truft thy word in vain ;
Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son:
He turns our feet from finful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
PSALM CXXXI. Common Metre.
Humility and fubmiffion.
S there ambition in my heart?
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild,
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child..
3 The patient foul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let faints in forrow lie refign'd,
And truft a faithful Lord.
PSALM CXXXII. 5,13-18. Long M.
At the fettlement of a church; or, the ordination
HERE fhall we go to feek and find
An habitation for our God,
A dwelling for th' eternal mind,
Amongst the fons of flesh and blood?
2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill
Of Zion, for his ancient reft;
And Zion is his dwelling ftill,
His church is with his prefence bleft.
3 "Here will I fix my gracious throne,
"And reign forever," faith the Lord;
"Here fhall my pow'r and love be known,
"And bleffings fhall attend my word.
"Here will I meet the hungry poor,
“And fill their fouls with living bread:
"Sinners, that wait before my door,
"With fweet provifion fhall be fed.
5 "Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace, "My priefts, my minifters shall shine;
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